After the rain and the naked tree
And everything green left glittering
A puddle formed at my feet I swear
Of a phoenix bird in flight
Half of it sinking half of it lifting
A rainbow bubble for an eye
Protruding and then burst
Half in victory half in defeat
And suddenly a glance of sun
Ran like flames across its face
And took it up in a single stroke
Or was it the ground that drew it down
Leaving a little gleam of peace
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